Calm
Sherlock & John
'John, get some milk!' Sherlock shouted from the sofa as the door slammed shut. He sighed, and closed the laptop.
Bored.
Sherlock had things to do, and it was about time he got them done. Before John got back.
He thanked god that his hair grew faster than many people's, and he pushed it away from his face as he walked up to their bedroom; John had never moved into his, so this was their shared one, the other one held host for Sherlock's experiments.
He rummaged about in the room, and found the debit card Mycroft had sent him weeks before. No doubt fully loaded with enough money to last them years. He was occasionally grateful for his big brother. Occasionally.
He pulled off his dressing gown and slipped into some jeans and a hoodie before running out of the house, and straight into a black taxi.
'Town center, please' he barked, and they shot off into the distance.
John hated shopping. But Sherlock refused point blank to do it, and they both agreed to say no to Mycroft's offer of shopping being delivered, so there was no other option, really.
It took him an hour and a half to find all the food they needed along with all of Sherlock's descriptive requests. 'That pure cocoa stuff that's got a golden-green label'.
As he turned the corner on his way home, he remembered.
Milk
'Fuck' John thought, and considered just leaving it, and then he remembered what Sherlock had been like when he had forgotten last time.
Not worth it.
It took him an extra half an hour, and when he got home, Sherlock was still on his laptop, obviously reading something, his hands steepled under his nose as if praying. This angered John to no end, but before he could mention it, Sherlock had leaped from the seat, and placed a heated kiss on to his lips.
He opened his mouth, giving permission to Sherlock's tongue to explore further, deeper.
When they broke away, John couldn't help but chuckle.
'I want you, John' Sherlock whispered, making eye contact.
John raised his brow, and was about to tell him that he already has him when he realised what he meant. Oh. Oh
'Oh, um, are you sure?' he questioned, already feeling the heat rising.
'Of course I'm sure, John' Sherlock huffed, rolling his eyes. 'Now take. Me. To. Bed' he muttered in-between kisses that he placed all over John's neck.
John didn't need to be told twice, but when they reached the room, he stopped abruptly.
'We haven't got anything…for it' he whispered, realising that without it, and with the mild fact that he was sure Sherlock was a virgin, they couldn't continue.
'Oh please' Sherlock replied, reaching under the bed for something. 'You thought I wouldn't have remembered that?' he said, grinning.
He pulled out a small black box, opening it to reveal at least 20 different tubes of a variety of flavoured lubes, a few condoms, and a few other toys that John dared not to think about.
'I took the privilege of having you tested. You're clean as a whistle, as am I. and I certainly don't want anything between us this time, do you? So no condom. Unless you object'
John was about to rage over how dare Sherlock test him without him knowing, when he considered the sentiment in the previous sentence. He didn't want anything between us.
John slammed Sherlock into the bed, pushing their bodies together, as he sucked on his neck, making him unashamedly moan.
They quickly stripped each other, and John stopped only to kiss away the nervousness that had appeared on Sherlock's face. He took control, knowing that this was no doubt the most trust he had ever place on a person.
In that moment he knew that he could break Sherlock so easily. A word, and sentence, one wrong move, and he could shatter Sherlock's heart.
And he made a silent promise to both of them that he would never do that.
They were both new to this, about that they had no doubt, so it was left as words unspoken.
They were both to lose their innocence tonight.
It was messy, unrhythmical, and beautiful.
They lived for each other in the moments, the lust overwhelming them.
The slight pain that came from being virgin's not even hours ago, only making it sweeter.
Nothing came between them. They were no longer two souls looking for each other.
They were halves of one. Not complete without the other.
'I love you' Sherlock whispered, their breathing slowly returning to its normal rate.
John smiled, loving this side of Sherlock that he hadn't seen before.
'I love you too' he replied, pulling Sherlock into a sweaty, naked cuddle as they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.